Has a bite and a row of teeth, Quite a cutup, some with a sheath Has a handle, but is no door, Drop it and it might pierce the floor.

The underwater people spy With this pipe-and-mirror eye. They are quite close, not far away. Unseen by eagles in the sky. They have no gills, but they stay dry. Which is the thing they see you by?

On caps, curtains, and banners too, my hanging threads may come into view.

A legendary reptile that you might be tempted to add to pasta

I start with a H and end with a T, I'm a secret place where you want to be. From bandits or seekers, I keep you away, A quiet retreat at the end of the day.